Guarding Her Body

by Olivia T. Turner

  My breath quickens at the softness of his voice.

  “I’m just glad that you’re okay.” He looks at me with concern in his eyes. “Are you okay?”

  “I am now.”

  Our eyes meet and I can feel my nipples harden under my bra. There’s so much sexual tension in the car that I’m worried it’s going to short circuit the engine.

  I feel like I owe him an explanation and when I start talking, the words just pour out of me. I was drinking in a park with some friends when Matt, a guy from my psychology class started to get hammered. He was all over me and trying to get me drunk. He started getting physical when I refused to drink so I broke a beer bottle over his head. That’s when he called the cops.

  Logan hasn’t moved an inch since I started the story. The only thing moving in his chest as it violently rises up and down with each savage breath.

  “What’s his name?” he asks with a harsh voice. His nostrils are flaring as he turns to me, giving him a possessive carnal look that just turns me on even more.

  He looks like he’s going to kill him. Matt just had too much to drink and I already let him have it with a broken beer bottle over his head but I’m not about to argue with Logan when he’s looking at me with such intensity in his eyes. “Matt Cialdini.”

  I watch with wide eyes as he mouths the name, cementing it into his memory. To do what with, I don’t want to know.

  It’s just what drunk college boys do sometimes. They can’t handle their alcohol or their testosterone.

  Logan would never do that; try to get me drunk and force himself onto me.

  I’m so sick of drunk college boys who have no idea how to act around a woman. None of them can compare to Logan. That’s why I saved myself for him.

  Those immature frat boys have nothing on him.

  “He won’t bother you again,” he says, brushing his eyes over my body. I blush as his intensely hungry look takes me all in, from my legs to my breasts and then coming back to my face.

  I’m not creeped out at all to be the focus of his hungry eyes. I get excited by them, especially when he shifts in his seat, getting hard at what he saw.

  Maybe I’m not the only one having fantasies.

  I always thought that my feelings for him were too strong to be one sided. There had to be something coming back from his direction.

  It was a good idea to call him. I should have known that he wouldn’t be mad. He’ll always take my side. He’ll always have my back.

  He told me once and I believed him; he’ll always be there for me.

  He will always save me.

  Tonight was the first time that I’d ever felt like someone was really there for me. Logan was there for me.

  And when we get back to his place, I’ll be there for him.

  Chapter Four

  Logan

  I’m slipping.

  I have to get out of this car. I can’t breathe.

  Every breath I take makes me shiver. She smells like candy. So sweet and innocent. It’s filling me with a desperate need for her, one that I’m not sure if I can control.

  I try to keep my eyes on the road but it’s so hard with her young supple body bouncing around with every bump in the road. I want to stare at her for hours. I want to put her under a spotlight and admire every inch, crease, and curve of her.

  “Thanks for not being mad at me,” she says. Her voice is sugary-sweet like her name. “I was worried that my dad would find out.”

  “Your father won’t find out about anything that happens between us.” My voice catches in my throat. I don’t know if she reads between the lines but I just have to throw that out there. I don’t want her thinking that I’m going to run off to tell her daddy if she wants to cross any lines.

  “Thank you,” she says, resting her hand on mine. “For coming to get me.”

  I release my stranglehold on the steering wheel and my arm drops to my side, resting on the middle console. Her soft hand is still on mine, rubbing tiny circles with her thumb.

  My cock throbs with her touch. Her eyes dart down to my crotch but she doesn’t move her hand away.

  What does that mean?

  She clearly saw that my cock was rock hard and she wasn’t frightened or weirded out. Maybe this obsession of mine is two sided.

  “Like I told you,” I say, turning my hand so that her palm falls against mine. Our fingers lace together and I turn to her with love and desire pouring out of every word that I say to her. “I will always be there for you when you need me. Anytime. For anything.”

  Her cheeks flush the prettiest pink as she looks down at our hands.

  “I’ll always be here to protect you.”

  “I know,” she says, leaning over. She hugs my arm and rests her cheek on it. My dick can’t get any harder.

  We’re almost home, which is a good thing because I’m completely distracted and I want to save her from any danger, even my bad driving.

  I just can’t get the image of that young punk forcing himself on this angel out of my mind. Matt Cialdini. He’s a fucking dead man.

  I’m already fantasizing about what I’ll do to him for even having the gall to look in my Candice’s direction. One thing is for sure, he won’t ever look at her again once I’m done with him.

  We arrive at the house and Candice sits up in her seat. “This is your house?”

  I hope she likes it. My stomach rolls as I try to read her reaction. Would she want to live in it?

  “It’s so cute,” she says, breaking out into a smile. “I love the front porch.”

  How many times have I sat on that front porch wishing that she was beside me?

  Too many times.

  But now it’s going to be a reality.

  I feel like the luckiest man in the world.

  We both get out of the car and I keep my distance from her as we walk to the front door. The touching in the car was inappropriate.

  I have to keep myself under control.

  This is my best friend’s daughter. She’s supposed to be off limits.

  The street is dark. The neighborhood is sleeping.

  There’s nobody to hear what will go on in the house.

  “Is this your idea of control?” I mutter to myself as I pull out the key. There’s no hope. I lost control when it comes to this girl a long time ago.

  “What was that?” she asks, holding her hands in front of her as she looks at me.

  Fuck, she’s beautiful.

  “Nothing,” I mumble, shaking my head.

  “Are you sure you don’t mind me staying here for the night?” she asks, looking timid. “I can go back to my dorm.”

  The thought of her sleeping alone with drunk horny college boys around her nearly makes me lose it. Protective feelings well up inside me as I look at her flawless face.

  I don’t want any of those guys looking at her. I don’t want any guy looking at her.

  She should be protected and covered.

  I want her to be mine.

  And I don’t want anyone looking at what’s mine.

  “You’re staying here until I deal with that punk,” I say, opening the door. We both stand rooted on the porch as the door swings open. “I want you in a place where I can have my eyes on you at all times.”

  “All times?” she repeats with a raised eyebrow.

  I nod. I want to make sure that she knows what it will mean if she walks inside. She’ll be under my protection.

  And once I have her, I won’t be able to let her go.

  She walks up to me, steps up on her toes and gives me a soft kiss on the cheek.

  It unravels me.

  She smiles, licking her lips as she walks in the house like she didn’t just flip my world upside down. I grab onto the door as my knees buckle and heat surges through my veins like I just got kissed by a dragon.

  I’m so happy that I could scream. She’s finally here with me where she belongs.

  I follow her in and close the door, locking it with a click
behind me.

  My eyes fall to her tight round ass as she looks around, smiling at the pictures of me in my younger days in the military. Back before I started my auto part manufacturing business and then sold it for a high seven figures.

  “Wow,” she whispers as she looks at a picture of me shirtless. I was twenty-three. Four years older than she is now. I was lean and shredded back then. I’m still muscular but it’s a bulking and solid build rather than a skinny athletic build like I was back then.

  “You were so handsome,” she says, blushing as she looks at the picture. “I mean, you still are,” she stutters. “But you were handsome back then as well.”

  All of this talk is not a good idea.

  I’m afraid where it’s going to lead.

  I have to keep it together.

  “You can stay in my room,” I say, rubbing my chin. The spare bedroom is full of storage and weightlifting equipment and I’m not about to let her sleep on the couch. “I’ll stay out here on the sofa.”

  “No,” she says, shaking her head. “I’ll take the couch.”

  She protests some more but I insist. “Come,” I say when she finally gives up. “I’ll show you.”

  I hold my breath as Candice follows me around the hallway to the master bedroom. “I’ll change the sheets for you,” I say, opening the linen closet.

  “No, that’s okay,” she quickly says.

  “It’s no trouble.”

  She pushes the door of the closet closed and looks at me with unflinching eyes. “Please don’t.”

  We stare at each other for a few tense seconds, so many things unsaid passing between our eyes.

  “Okay,” I whisper. “Whatever you prefer.”

  She looks around with a smile on her lips as she walks into my room. I lean on the doorway, feeling nervous as she takes it all in. I wonder if she likes it. I’m hoping she’ll want to stay. I’m wishing that I had painted the walls last year when I had the idea.

  Candice locks eyes on me as she sits on the end of the bed. “Comfy,” she says, dragging her sweet hand over my bedspread.

  It’s a simple act but it’s enough to get me hard.

  I look away as a groan escapes my lips.

  Seeing the girl who is as sweet as candy sitting on my bed is too much for me. I have to look away.

  “Well,” I say, grabbing the handle of the door. “Goodnight. Let me know if you need anything.”

  Her beautiful lips part as she’s about to say something but I close the door anyway. I don’t trust myself around my best friend’s little girl and it’s best to end this night for good before I do something that I regret.

  I take a deep breath as the door clicks closed and then head down the hallway with my dick throbbing.

  I’ve been so hard and I can finally get some release.

  My heart is hammering in my chest as I sit down on the couch. Her sweater is draped over the back of it and I take it in my hands, taking a deep inhale of her delicious scent.

  I have one hand holding her sweater to my nose as I pull my cock out with the other. Low groans escape my lips as I wrap my hand around my hard shaft in a firm grip and start giving it long, slow strokes as I think about her.

  Candice is not only in my house right now, but she’s also in my bed. Her naked body is sliding between my sheets at this very moment. I stroke myself harder, teetering on the edge as I imagine her hard nipples dragging across the mattress where I sleep. Her soft lips are touching my pillow. The scent of her pussy, perfuming the air.

  I fantasize about her asking to stay. She wants to be in a place where no one can take her from me. She wants to be mine forever and I’ll be free to give her anything she could possibly dream of.

  “Marry me,” she moans as I imagine sliding into her. “Put a baby in me.”

  I stroke myself faster, breathing heavy as I start to lose control. She would be in my bed every night, spread wide under me as I slide my cock deep inside her sweet young pussy where it belongs.

  The sound of a sharp intake of air rips me out of my fantasy and sends me crashing back down to reality. My eyes fly open and I jerk my head to the side.

  And there she is.

  Candice is standing there dressed in my favorite t-shirt.

  Watching.

  Chapter Five

  Candice

  “Mmmm,” I moan as I slip Logan’s t-shirt over my naked body. There were clean shirts hanging in the closet but I took the one on the floor, the one that smells like him.

  It smells rugged and musky just like he does and the scent is starting to get me going. I walk around his room, looking at every detail from the beautiful watch on his dresser to the dogeared paperback copy of Lolita on his nightstand.

  I want to know everything about him. I want to know his secret thoughts and desires, mainly to see if I’m in them.

  My nipples harden against the inside of my shirt when I pick up the book and rifle through it. The page falls open on the bookmark and my heart skips a beat when I see the photo inside.

  It’s a picture of me. It’s from my dad’s wedding and I’m wearing the pink bridesmaid dress.

  Heat starts running through me from my head to my toes and I quickly sit down on the bed before I pass out. I clutch the picture in my trembling hands, staring at it in disbelief.

  So there is something there. I knew it.

  My feelings for him are too strong to not be returned. I knew the desire couldn’t just be flowing from me.

  I take a deep breath and stand up. It’s time to make a game plan on how to get Logan in here and in me for the night but I can’t concentrate. I can’t think about anything but Logan and his cock.

  Before my mind can tell me that it’s a bad idea, I’m quietly opening the door and tiptoeing down the hallway in my bare feet.

  I hear low grunts and sharp intakes of air coming from the living room. It’s the sounds of sex and my body reacts in a strong way. My pussy clenches and I swallow back a moan as I peek around the corner and see the back of Logan’s head over the top of the sofa.

  He’s touching himself and all I can think about is if he’s thinking about me.

  His grunts are low and gritty, filled with lust and desire, all the things that I’m feeling as well.

  I tiptoe through the room until I can see his huge cock from over his shoulder. He’s stroking it with long, fast strokes, looking like he’s about to cum.

  I lick my lips as I swallow hard wanting to see the thick streams of cum shoot out all over his hand. I want to see him finish himself off while he thinks of me.

  I saw how he was looking at me in the car. The way he kept glancing at my legs in my short skirt and my breasts in the low cut shirt that I was wearing.

  He’s my father’s best friend and I should have been creeped out but I wasn’t. It turned me on.

  “Oh Candy,” he whispers low under his breath. My pussy clenches in response and now I no longer want to see him cum on his hand.

  I want to see him cum on me.

  Fuck, I want him badly.

  I bite my bottom lip as I stare at his thick cock. It’s huge. Big, hard, velvety. Mmmmm. It’s even better than I imagined.

  And I want to get a closer look.

  I hold my breath as I quietly walk around to the side of the couch, never taking my eyes off of his beautiful dick.

  He’s so caught up in the fantasy of me and him together that he doesn’t see me for about ten seconds. When he does, he jerks his head to the side and stares at me with wide eyes.

  “Shit,” he says, grabbing a blanket off of the couch and covering himself with it. It covers his cock but not the shape. It’s standing straight up under the blanket like a teepee.

  “I didn’t hear you,” he says, after clearing his throat. “I was just watching TV.”

  Both of our eyes turn to the dark TV that he definitely wasn’t watching.

  “I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed your shirt,” I say, playing with the bottom. I lift it
up a few inches as I talk, giving him a flash of the bare skin of my upper thighs.

  He groans when he takes a glimpse.

  “My short skirt and tight shirt weren’t very comfortable to sleep in.”

  “It’s fine,” he says, clearly flustered. “You can have whatever you like.”

  “Whatever I like?” I ask, stepping forward. He’s looking up at me with an intensely hungry look. It feels like I’m walking toward a hungry wolf with a steak in my hands.

  His face is so serious, his body rigid as I drop to my knees in front of him. My eyes fall to the blanket that’s covering his gorgeous cock as I shift forward with the rough carpet scratching my knees.

  “Were you thinking of me?” I ask softly as I wrap my fingers around the blanket.

  His intense dark eyes are locked on mine. He doesn’t say a word. Just deep heavy breaths.

  “I heard you call my name,” I say, slowly pulling the blanket away. It slides over his cock, making him groan at the sensation until the blanket falls completely off and his beautiful dick is standing straight in the air only inches from my face.

  He doesn’t try to move or grab the blanket back to hide himself. He just stares at me with overwhelming intensity. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me before but I’m sure now.

  There’s no mistaking that look in his eyes.

  “I’ve touched myself so many times while thinking of you,” I say, sliding my palm up his muscular thigh. He shivers as I get close, my fingertips touch his balls and he gasps suddenly.

  “I haven’t let anyone else touch me there,” I say, enjoying the way that I’m making his massive chest rise and fall with such urgency. “I saved it for you. My virginity is a gift that I want you to have.”

  His breathing stops as he stares down at me with pure need. His jaw is clenched shut like he doesn’t know what to do.

  But he knows what to do.

  He’s just not doing it because he’s thinking of who my father is.

  But my dad has nothing to do with this. This is between us.

  Luckily, I know just what to do to make him forget all about my dad.